Coronavirus Disease 2019 (COVID-19)

Hi, my name is Megan. I've taken a LOA from work due to PEM (symptom of Long Covid and/or CFS) and possible mold illness. I'm not sure how to live life in my current state. The exhaustion is extreme. Any suggestions?

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Hi, my name is dianadigslife. I'm undiagnosed and dealing with probable myositis as a result of long COVID

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I am living with stage IV metastatic bladder cancer. I am back in remission but still in treatment and we're not sure when we can stop. This is my second time in remission. I decided to write a book of poetry about my journey. The book is called: Still Here: Fragments of Life in Cancer and Bloom. Here is a description and a link: Still Here is a poetic journey through cancer, love, and resilience. Written by Akiva Turner—anthropologist, lawyer, public health professional, and Chair and Professor of Health Science at Nova Southeastern University—this collection bears witness to the griefs, grit, and unexpected grace that surface in the face of illness. Turner was diagnosed with muscle-invasive bladder cancer in 2020, as the world was reeling from the COVID-19 pandemic. Misdiagnosed for months, then thrust into surgery and grueling treatment, he learned that his cancer had already spread to the lymph nodes. After years of remission, the disease returned as Stage IV metastatic bladder cancer. Today, he writes while living in fragile balance: in treatment, but also in remission—“no evidence of disease.” These poems trace that odyssey, weaving moments of pain with flashes of humor, tenderness, and defiance. At their heart is a love story: Turner’s life with Avi, his partner of more than thirty years, as they face illness together. Still Here is both deeply personal and universally human—a testament to endurance, vulnerability, and the power of hope. a.co/d/1aFi10W

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Hi, my name is MightyMark1. I'm here because I am sad. I don’t want to get up in the mornings. I am 70 now. I’ve been raising kids since 28. I taught first grade for 25 years and then became a grandmother. I helped raise my first 2 grandboys for 6 years. When the last was in kindergarten, I wasn’t needed anymore. With Covid, I was excluded from the family. And with Wokeism, I was shut down and disregarded because we differed on EVERYTHING! I was told I could no longer be a part in the boys’ lives! I was no longer trusted! Nor Wanted!! I was devastated! And I still am—- 10 years later!!!!
My insides hurt tremendously! Overtime and until this day, the closeness we developed is now gone.
I have been divorced since 2000. I am alone. My kids live in different states. I’m not really important nor needed.

My youngest has a year old child. I’ve been caring for him since February. My son and I had a run-in. The result is that I am no longer needed. Day-care is taking my place. I was devastated!! A shock! The snap of a finger!!!

I’ve been so sad, shocked and very disappointed…. mixed with anger for three weeks now. And I can’t easily get out of bed and lost much motivation!!
Children thrill me! Especially my own! I try my darndest to be alert, active, creative, educational and funny!!! I love Hard!!!

Now my visits will be much less frequently. And it hurts! I won’t be teaching him and raising him. Strangers will! Our closeness
will lessen. He’s now getting to know me!!!

Im 70. How does one do for himself now? How does one begin a new life when the most important thing in life are the kids and grandkids????? I’m lost. In July, I felt the luckiest person around!!!!!! Now I’m alone with not much intention in it at the moment.

After I clean my windows, yuck, and reorganize my basement and repaint the walls, dread, what will be my next quest? Oh, hand-washing the car, in and out. JOY!!!

That’s my story. How do I get out of bed? Where do I find my joy again and motivation?

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Hi, my name is GetInTheBoat. I’m reaching out to share my book Get In The Boat—a raw memoir I wrote to keep a promise to my father, and to offer a story most of us aren’t prepared for until it’s already happening.

My dad was a pastor. My mom had dementia. And during COVID, they were sealed in their home with no help—just the two of them, and the slow fading of everything they once knew. He bathed her. He fed her. He prayed over her even when she forgot who he was.

“This isn’t just a memoir,” I write. “It’s a prayer screamed into the silence.”

I didn’t write this to be polished or pretty. I wrote it because I watched a man live out a vow when love no longer looked like date nights or easy affection. I watched him stay when staying cost everything.

We live in a world that romanticizes instant connection and easy exits. But what does it mean to love when it's hard? When there’s no rescue? When no one is clapping for you?

I think readers—especially women navigating love, faith, family, and identity—would resonate deeply with this story.

Get In The Boat is honest, painful, and maybe even healing for anyone who’s ever wondered: What happens when the vow you made gets tested in silence?

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After reading Lotuses comment this morning, It made me go back in time to my memories as well as experiences. Lotus, you do have talent in what your doing. Your writing brings out your emotional side which is great. And you question whether it will bring on fame. What I’ve learned is fame comes with a lot of baggage and stress. Your only as good as your last song , or in acting your only as good as your last Movie you starred in. It’s constant work, a different city every day. My first brother in law was the Bass Player for a headlining A list band, a good friend I went to school with was a lead guitarist for a A list band. Both are now playing the club scenes as age, a hard party life, and life on the road will take its toll on you. The Covid era took a lot of up and coming artist out of the music industry as many were forced to sell all their gear just to eat. I never had the inspiration to want any of that. The biggest crowd I’ve played for was about 5,000 people in my younger days. Some have asked “ were you nervous?” The truth is between all the lights and heads you honestly can’t focuse on any faces lol. Smaller more intimate playing you can. Just don’t hit the wrong chord as it’s more noticeable then lol. I’ve got a good friend who is a excellent guitarist and keys player and we’ve been considering what they call “ Busking” in the UK . Here it’s harder due to all the local ordinances. But we wouldn’t be playing for the money but for the love of music. There’s a old saying that if you’ve earned more money then what you spent on your equipment, then your a success. In that case I’m not lol. Look through you tube videos and see how many extremely talented musicians there are out there. And always remember, there’s a high price to pay for fame and fortune……David

I never thought I would have to miss my personal internal thoughts and observations no longer being private, but I do. I wonder if this is okay now, what's next? If it's okay, then what will we undergo next? This is a way of release of personal frustration.